Eric returned to the academy the next morning, and as soon as he entered the gate, he saw a familiar face wandering around the campus.

"Good morning, Kerryne." Eric greeted the nine-year-old boy, who ran over to him and greeted him very courteously.

"Mr. Eric, it's a pleasure to see you." The boy followed him inside the schoolyard and asked about the situation outside.

"Fortunately, as you can see on TV, we are in the limelight, and now public opinion is more biased towards us." Eric replied simply.

"That's good, I think when I'm John's age, humans won't drive me around like a monster." Crane patted his chest and said, since he and John can manipulate the flames, and Eric's personal retrieval of the fire, the relationship between the two has always been very good, and now that John is staying in New York, he feels a little lonely at the academy. After all, Crane has lived alone in society for a while, and his mentality is much more mature than that of junior students of the same age, and it is impossible for him to have a very good relationship with his classmates. The boy considered himself a little adult, and hoped that one day he would be able to live outside like John—provided that he was not in danger.

After chatting with the boy for a while, Eric walked straight to the professor's office, which he usually didn't have a job at this time.

There was a knock on the door, and the professor invited him in, and then the two generations of the academy leaders met.

"I'm in a bit of trouble." Eric said straight to the point, then pointed to his forehead, and the professor understood, and after a moment of contemplation, his face relaxed.

"That's the way it is, I don't want to hurt Jimmy and I can't find a solution, so I need your help." Eric said frankly.

"The problem will be solved. I'm glad to see you stand up to your principles, Eric. The professor smiled. We cannot live without faith, and perhaps we cannot directly benefit from piety, but we will not stray from the right path because of the loss of reverence, and the latter point is especially important. ”

"As for your worries—I'll take you to meet someone. He will give you some references. ”

An hour later, led by the professor, Eric found himself in the middle of nowhere.

Although it is remote, the scenery is beautiful and the environment is superior. If the transportation is a little more convenient, this is the choice of the rich people's residence.

A clear stream flows down from the nearby highlands, and the adjacent woods are as large as a park but not dark and dense, and maples, oaks, chestnuts, and ponderosa pines are scattered, and the red leaves are graded by the different species of trees. In the spring, red and pink chestnut petals will flutter like snowflakes. The creek and the woods are painted a brilliant crimson color, and the leaves are still luxuriant, and clusters of red will stand on the branches until the deep purple withers.

Behind this forest is a wide wall as tall and long as an ancient city, and at the end of the wall is guarded by a sturdy iron gate, and above the gate, several hideous-looking stone monsters look down condescendingly, scrutinizing the visitors with cold and stern eyes.

"Here are the people we want to meet?" Eric knocked on the iron door and asked. "Looks like a hermit's retreat."

"A hermit indeed." The professor said as he sent a message inside. Soon a young man ran out.

"Magneto?" The man just smiled at the professor, and it was obvious that they were familiar with each other, but it was not the same for Eric, perhaps because yesterday's news had also attracted attention in this remote place. He was stunned for a moment and then screamed as if he had seen a star.

"If there's a new word in the prefix, it's me." Eric replied with a shrug.

"Call me Taylor", the man held out his hand enthusiastically, and Eric noticed that he was wearing a courier's uniform. There are still two faint stains on the chest that have not been washed off. "Taylor. Debbie. ”

"Taylor is also our compatriot, and so is Mario, a brilliant scholar who has been focusing on the study of abilities for many years. Their abilities are very interesting and their knowledge of the world is quite unique, and you will definitely learn from talking to them. As the professor spoke, Mario came up to him, he looked to be a middle-aged man, tall and stout like an erect brown bear, with a fluffy head and a curly beard, which had not been trimmed in a long time, and Eric estimated that he was about forty years old, but it was impossible to confirm it further - his extremely scruffy appearance could effectively prevent further attempts to obtain information from him.

After a few words of cold talk to each other, the professor explained his intentions, and Mario laughed, it seems that he has a way.

"Wait, before you do anything, can I compete with Mr. Eric, I haven't been so close to a hero." Taylor screamed.

"How do you compete?" Eric asked.

"That's all." Taylor didn't wait for Eric to get ready, his eyes bulged, and a faint wave came out, breaking off the branches and leaves of a maple tree opposite.

However, Eric, who had been standing on the opposite side, was gone, and he took a step at the moment when Taylor exerted his strength, appeared next to Taylor, and gently pressed his fingers against the artery in his neck.

"I'm losing so soon?" Taylor was stunned, in his imagination, he would have to fight a few times before he would lose, but he didn't expect it to fall into Eric's hands so lightly. "Can you foresee my attack?"

"No, it's just experience." Eric. "The way you use your abilities is too monotonous, the traces of muscle power are obvious, and you can guess what you will do with a little observation."

"Well, the failure is expected by me." Taylor shrugged and invited Eric into the living room to take a seat.

"Before I answer your confusion, can you tell me how we are different from ordinary people in your conception?" Instead of answering Eric's question, Mario asks Eric first.

Eric pondered for a moment and replied, "In terms of physical qualities, our overall condition is better than that of ordinary people, but in some aspects we are particularly sharp. ”

"Acute?" Mario confirmed.

"Yes, keen." Eric replied.

Mario and the professor smiled at each other.

"Very smart people." He gave a thumbs up, then explained. "A lot of people are confused about my question, they think that ability is ability, what is there to say? These people are all stupid people who can't think. ”

"Bats can spy on their way because they have acoustic organs, and dogs can distinguish 20,000 different smells because they have an extraordinarily good sense of smell. In the same way, mutants are capable because we are born with some functions that ordinary people can't turn on. You can feel the fluctuations of various forces before you can learn to master your abilities. Therefore, perceptual talent is the foundation of our mortality. Caesar said, 'I come, I see, I conquer', and if he turns a blind eye to the fertile land as a desert, how can he convince himself to fight for a barren land? ”

"So the biggest difference between us and humans is that we are born with a view of the world outside of what they know, not just that we have invisible hands. Knowing this, you'll understand what really matters to us. As long as our sensory talent remains, it means that the function of opening is not turned off, but only a layer of wax is applied to the vocal organs. Or put a cloth over the nose, but our abilities are not really eliminated. ”

"So, that ability to eliminate is just a sensory deception?" Eric recalls that Jimmy's side is not easy to manipulate, but the world of magnetism has not disappeared, and he has a realization.

"I believe so, abilities can be suppressed, they can be destroyed, but they can't be eliminated for no reason, if you know yourself deeply. will understand that true power will not be blinded. ”

As he spoke, he held out his right hand to Eric, who shook hands with him and immediately felt the difference in the world.

The hands of the clock no longer jump from grid to grid. Instead, it wandered without interruption, and the flow of the air in the room also changed, not the kind of slow movement that was almost imperceptible, but a breeze blowing by. A bee hovers by the window, its degree as fast as a jet plane, rising and falling in a small area at a degree that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

Moment. Tens of thousands of pieces of information passed in front of him like a waterfall, and every change was presented in front of him as it was.

It wasn't until Mario withdrew his hand that the world returned to its normal track.

Eric froze, and looked back at the clock, where in a split second the minute hand had moved five stops.

"Introduce yourself, Mario. Kuma, my ability is to slow down or add to the mind within a certain range. Mario said with a smile.

Jimmy's interference abilities are similar, and if his theory is correct, then Eric has nothing to worry about.

Reaching out to shake Mario again, this time the magnetic fields of the two canceled each other out, and there was no change in life.

"Thank you for the guidance." Eric smiled.

On the way back, Eric pushed the professor's wheelchair and talked as he walked.

"Professor." Eric said. "I've always had a problem."

"What?" The professor asked.

"Why do you trust me so much, is it just because of Mr. Lancer's looks?"

"No, maybe it's because of fear."

"Fear?"

The professor waved his hand, the wheelchair stopped, and he turned slowly and slowly.

"There are not only mutants in this world, but even more than earthlings, and when I swim in the ocean of my mind, I occasionally burst out of inspiration to foresee some endings, sometimes mutants destroy humans, sometimes humans destroy mutants, and sometimes it is a more tragic fate than these endings. Compared to these, Lancer was already very merciful, at least he did not exterminate all of humanity. ”

"So you need a spoiler?" Eric laughed, and the professor nodded awkwardly.

"Only nuclear weapons can counterbalance nuclear weapons, and when destruction is a foregone conclusion, adding a weight can instead rebalance the scales of imbalance, at least now that I have avoided the danger of death. In a world without you, I saw Jean being dominated by the Dark Lord, killing me and Scott, and more, and then she was killed by Logan. Compared to that fate, at least we are alive. ”

The professor said, looking solemnly at his successor.

"Eric, please cherish our world." (To be continued!)

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